“Yep, I just love making things.” his eyes flick to mine.
I laugh, light and surprised at our similarity, “I get that, my happy place is when I’m in the salon, making someones soul shine.”
He smiles wider at my admittance.
“You’re such a surprise Camille,” he pauses. “I’m glad Tyler dragged me out tonight.”
Before I can think of a something to say back, Tyler yells from across the room, “Lucas! Come lose already!”
Lucas picks up his rum, then turns to me. “Duty calls.” He starts to walk away, then pauses, turns back, and adds, “let’s chat again later?”
I nod, pulse a little quick. “Only if you tell me what kind of things you like to make.”
He gives me a lopsided grin, “you’ll have to wait to find out.”
I watch him walk away, still smiling like an idiot. There’s something about him—it perks my interest in a way I’m not used to. I already want to get to know him.
I can’t believe that Tyler and him are mates too. Tyler seems to be having a great night, surrounded by his friends and steadily getting drunk. It’s kind of hilarious to watch.
I get back to wiping down the counters and continue restocking the lemons. The end of shift is finally in sight. Danielle slides up to me, giggling.
“If you don’t go home with one of them,” she winks, “I will.”
I laugh. “No, I can’t. I shouldn’t. It’s too soon, right?” I’m so attracted to Lucas it isn’t funny.
She raises an eyebrow. “The only way to move on…” She starts doing that dirty finger gesture again, “…is the only way to move on.”
She ups the ante with full-on hip thrusts this time. I burst out laughing.
“The only way to get over someone,” she adds, wiggling her brows, “is to get under someone.”
We both dissolve into laughter, not even caring that a few patrons are still lingering around the bar.
That is, until a familiar voice cuts through the laughter like a blade.
“Can I have a beer?” My stomach drops. That voice—I knowit. I whip my head around, and yep.
It’s Sean.
My voice drops with dread. “What are you doing here? Why are you still in town?”
He scoffs. “Like you fucking care, Camille.”
Danielle steps up beside me, shoulders squared like she’s ready to go to war.
I say his name low, a warning. “Sean…”
He shrugs, defiant. “If you must know, I got laid off. Fuckers did a random drug test, and I failed. I thought it’d be out of my system in time. Guess not. Whatever. I’m here now, and I want a beer.” Hes an attractive guy, but the way he’s acting—is not.He’s jittery. Twitchy. His pupils are too big.
He looks high, again. And now he’s apparently jobless. Which means… he’s not going anywhere. And all my stuff is still at his place.
Shit. Maybe I will need Tyler’s help after all.
Danielle jumps in before I can say anything.
“We have the right to refuse service to anyone, and we’re refusing to serve you. I’m asking you. Kindly. To leave.”
“Fuck off, bitch,” he growls at her.
